What else?

What else is real in this world?

What qualifies to remain in my head other than "I exist"?

Even if "I exist", it is only that awareness, and I don't know what it is. I don't know, I don't know, I'm not interested in knowing anything, so be it.

Yuan Changwen looked around the café, and there was no truth in his eyes.

What's the point of that? What is the point of so many chapters of slashing?

There is no point, no sense at all, it is a fool to kill. Seeing through the meaning of everything, who will work hard?

If no one works hard, who will maintain the boundaries of the empire, and who will help the advancement of social civilization?

I'm not going to do anything for the fullness of the character anymore, I don't have relationships, and even my family has no influence on me. So what am I still living in this world for?

Isn't the reason why this world is rich and colorful is that it is full of all kinds of dramatic elements. The combination of the brutal, the dark, the twisted, the angry elements gives us the necessary opportunity to be kind, compassionate, and loving.

What do I do when it doesn't make sense, and what do I want to do?

didn't want it, because the character of Yuan Changwen is dead, who would want it?

Death is the best companion, and now I am playing with death, and then approaching death step by step, and finally free.

It's hard to imagine that the whole world means nothing to me, I don't want to do anything, I don't have the urge to improve anything.

For the sake of the children, so we must work hard to make money, for the sake of the family, so we must work hard to make money, for the sake of the old age of our parents, so we must work hard to make money?

Do they have anything to do with me?

When can they have unparalleled influence in my head?

No, all gone.

Yuan Changwen gently wiped the dining table, very gently and slowly, as if he was wiping his beloved things.

The dining table has a pale yellow tone, and the deliberately untreated tree lines make the black lines on the pale yellow appear extremely obvious. The table top is handled by some means, and it is very flat and smooth.

Those black lines have no pattern to speak of, each table is unique, and it is never known what kind of walking pattern those lines match.

It's black, and it's a little scary. However, with a pale yellow wooden layout, it seems to be just right. Some of the lines are on the thick side, and you can see a slight whitish dust in them. Some of the lines are so thin that you can't even stick your nails through.

Some lines are very curved, and some lines are almost straight.

Who looks at these things, and how many things do you ignore?

Does it have to happen what you want to be successful? What kind of excitement must it be worth watching?

That's right, what self-definition likes most is self-definition. For it, it is not to affirm itself or to affirm others, but in society it is to affirm each other's existence and authenticity of characters.

If someone denies self-definition, then that person must be locked up and silenced. Therefore, the empire believes that this kind of person who denies self-definition is either depressed or mentally ill.

In any case, such people cannot be allowed to make nonsense, destroy self-definition, and destroy the very foundation of the existence of the empire.

Why do you instinctively want to deny it when you hear the words "life is meaningless"? And it's not a logical negation, using the power of emotion to negate, so that the other party will fall into the bottom of morality once they resist.

Alas, what do you care about other people!

Does someone else really exist? Is someone else's body really an independent soul like me?

I don't know, and I'm not going to pretend to know.

Who are you? Who am I?

I've let go, and I'll leave everything to you, whatever you want. Yes, I still have expectations and preferences, but if you don't satisfy me, it doesn't matter.

No longer relying on the character's little head to think, I fell unguarded with my arms outstretched. If thou wilt weave a great net, thou shalt catch me, but if thou hast not, let me fall.

The operation of the matter is left to you, and the outcome is up to you, and I am not involved. I will do whatever you need me to do, and tell me directly if you have any information.

I am no longer delusional and no longer praying for a particular goal.

Whatever you want!

I'll follow your prompts, and that smoothness of going down the river is the only criterion I choose. I don't weigh anything anymore, I don't think about anything anymore, I don't get swayed by fear anymore, it's really tired.

After that, I don't have to think about it!

To think is to prevent me from reaching out to the world, to divide the world so that my little mind can understand it. Why should I understand? Just because I have a common language with others, just because I think I'm erudite, just because I don't get to be taken as an idiot?

Common sense, what an interesting word!

Who's going to tell me, what's common sense?

I'm not even sure if I'm a person, so what's common sense?

Looking back, who was deceiving me?

Alas, it is still a little difficult to end the habit of thinking for so many years.

The slaughter is not complete, I haven't reached the top of the mountain yet, and I don't know if I will be able to reach the top of the mountain.

It all has a tendency to flow, I can feel it, so keep slashing. Maybe you'll go crazy, maybe you'll die, or you won't be able to reach the top of the mountain at all.

All you need is someone who is climbing the mountain. As for why, I don't want to know and I don't want to bother thinking about it.

Wow!

Who would dare to try this kind of life?!

Think about our attitude towards life, we say that it is beautiful, gorgeous, and wonderful, but deep down we all agree that life is full of hostility.

Otherwise, why are we always afraid?

In a hostile life, not only do they not weigh the benefits, but let go and let the ship of life sail on its own, who dares to try?

I'm just crazy, that's why I came to such a conclusion, and I thought about letting go.

Whether the ship of life is wrecked, or whether it continues to sail, is an answer.

Who cares?

Characters, roles, I have to remind myself all the time that these are characters. My own desires are not mine, but the desires of the characters.

Your own vision is also the character's vision, and your own compassion is also the character's compassion. What unconditional love is still the attribute of the character.

Self-definition, when will you die completely?

Character, when will you die with you?

Distractions, noise, all the enthusiasm and inspiration, all the humility and weakness, all the cynicism, are noise. It's all the attributes of the character, and it's all unreal.

What else is there to think about, what is there to hesitate about?

If the character does not die, there will be no peace in this life.

Yuan Changwen looked at his hand wiping the table, is this my hand? What is the power that makes me think that this body is real?

I don't know, and I'm not going to pretend to know.

Anyway, let it go, let me see your power, let me appreciate the masterpiece that belongs to the Creator.

Come on, take me flying!

Or, take me to hell!